Chapter 108: You bully people, I

Rong Yu grew anxious, grabbing the director's arm and pulling him aside, her tone instantly softening: "Director, please be lenient, the child is still young, doesn't understand, made a mistake in a moment of confusion… Can you handle it lightly? We'll compensate, apologize to that classmate—whatever works!"

As she spoke, she glanced toward Mu Youyu, the fierceness in her eyes turning into a hint of appeasement.

"Miss Mu," she said, her voice dropping to a soft, gentle tone, her posture lowering as well, "Auntie apologizes on Xiao Cheng's behalf; you're magnanimous, don't stoop to a child's level! Whatever compensation you want, Auntie agrees, or let Xiao Cheng serve you as an ox or horse… Xiao Cheng, speak up!"

Saying that, she shoved Yu Cheng; he staggered, his eye sockets reddening further, yet he stiffened his neck and refused to move.

Seeing he didn't move, Rong Yu stopped worrying about details, continuing to face Mu Youyu: "I've practically watched you grow up; you're kind-hearted—how can you just watch a child's future ruined over a momentary slip?"

Mo Song stepped forward, gathering courage: "He's already sixteen! How is he still small? You're engaging in moral blackmail!"

Bai Yun lifted her chin: "Our little Youyu doesn't want this ox-and-horse treatment!"

Mu Youyu didn't look at her, only picking up her phone: "You bully people—I'm calling my parents too!"

Rong Yu's expression stiffened; she instinctively lunged forward and grabbed Mu Youyu's arm.

As Mu Youyu's fingertip touched the name "Second Older Brother" in her contacts, the office door burst open with a deafening "Bang!"—the force shaking the whole office, a gust of wind following.

Backlit, the youth stood tall, his blue‑white gradient short hair lifted slightly by the wind, the bangs above his forehead revealing icy‑cold brows and eyes.

Beneath his long lashes, his pupils were a pale hue, his gaze carrying a hint of arrogance when he looked at people.

He wore a black short‑sleeve shirt, his exposed forearms pallid and glaring, hands shoved into his work‑pant pockets, knuckles faintly protruding, his brows and eyes brimming with agitation.

It was Mu Xi.

His gaze swept the room; upon seeing his precious little sister, his eyes softened a fraction, then landed on Yu Cheng and Rong Yu on the floor, hostility flaring instantly: "You blind bastards, dare lay hands on my little sister?"

The two burly men clung to each other in panic, trembling.

They didn't know this handsome guy, but sensed they shouldn't provoke him.

Director of Education:! His door!

Bai Yun:! So handsome!

Mo Song: Wow.

Ten minutes earlier, Mu Xi had received a message from his bodyguard; although the guard said his sister was fine, his face remained grim as he lifted his eyes to Mu Youyu's seized hand, his brows knitting instantly: "Let go."

Though his voice wasn't loud, Rong Yu was frightened by the hostility in his tone, instantly releasing her grip and stumbling back a few steps into the chair behind her.

How did this killing‑god Mu Xi get here?

And he arrived so quickly!

If this sister‑complex Mu Xi knew what Yu Cheng had done…

Rong Yu didn't dare imagine it.

Mu Xi took a few steps to his sister's side, his fingertip brushing her arm, his voice softening: "You're not upset, are you?"

Mu Youyu wore a look of grievance, one hand clutching Mu Xi's shirt hem, the other pointing at Yu Cheng, who was huddled behind Rong Yu trying to shrink away: "Yes! Brother, he brought people to beat me! I feel so wronged!"

Mu Xi turned his head to glare at Yu Cheng, who was cowering behind Rong Yu, his eyes fierce: "Still want to live?"

Just as the director was about to explain, Mu Xi had already grabbed Yu Cheng by the scruff of his neck.

Yu Cheng staggered, tiptoeing as his upper body was pulled straight, his face flushed from strain, even his struggling strength stifled by that vicious aura.

In the next instant, Yu Cheng's already tattered clothes split cleanly down the middle, hanging loosely in tatters, utterly disgraceful.

Mu Xi: "……" So filthy!!!!

The bodyguard behind him wailed: "Waa waa waa, my young master's piano‑playing hands!"

Mu Youyu, Bai Yun, and Mo Song hurriedly covered their eyes.

Yu Cheng covered his tiny frame, head bowed lower, teeth biting his lower lip, not daring to breathe.

Mu Xi, suppressing his emotions, hurled Yu Cheng to the ground, then clenched his fist, throwing a wind‑aided straight punch at Yu Cheng's cheek!

A dull thud exploded in the quiet office; Yu Cheng collapsed sideways as if his bones had been ripped out, the corner of his mouth splitting instantly, blood trickling down his chin.

He covered his face, saying nothing.

For his Yueyue, he must endure this humiliation!

Can't let Mu Xi get angry, or else when he sends people to investigate, it'll implicate Yueyue!

The two burly men clung even tighter, shoulders shaking like tiny bookworms, terrified the next victim would be them.

"Xiao Cheng!" Rong Yu shrieked, instinctively trying to dodge, but her skirt tripped her, causing her to collapse onto the chair.

Mu Xi pulled a wet tissue from the desk, leisurely wiping the faint blood from his knuckles, then said coldly: "Get lost to the Academic Affairs office to withdraw, then go to the police station—don't make me intervene."

Rong Yu tried to intervene, but a glare from him swept over, making her legs go weak again.

Mu Xi ceased paying attention to the others in the room, turning his side to Mu Youyu, the harshness in his brows and eyes fading to mere gentleness: "Youbao, heading out?"

Seeing Mu Xi had dealt with the people, Mu Youyu dropped the pretense, a sweet smile spreading across her face: "Sure! Brother, let's go back to class."

"All right." Mu Xi naturally took hold of her wrist, leading her outward.

The stunned Bai Yun and Mo Song finally snapped to, exchanged a glance, and hurriedly jogged after them.

After receiving the teaching award, Class A's homeroom teacher Liu Yun Qian Shan Shan arrived late, asking, "Director, director, what happened? Where's our class's little Youyu?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Yu Cheng lying on the floor, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and nosebleed pouring down.

The two burly men clung together, trembling; Rong Yu sat slumped in the chair, her face deathly pale.

Didn't know them, didn't care.

Liu Yun Qian Shan Shan had just received a message saying her class's most obedient, top‑ranking student Mu Youyu was in trouble, frightening her so much she lost all thought of accepting the award and sprinted all the way here.

Yet she didn't even see a trace of the well‑behaved student!

She then looked at the person on the ground, her heart skipping a beat—could he have been taken to the hospital……

Before she could speak, she saw the director looking at her four award certificates in hand, he sighed heavily: "It's fine now; from now on you can directly take over my class and become director."

Liu Yun Qian Shan Shan: "What happened?"